It's All Just A Mess, Anyway

Don't care anymore what this is for, what we could forge or what I might do. It's true, these facets have factored out of this statement. And bias bites but lovers lie and toss like fries in the wreckage. Only the truly foolish win the truly courageous, hearts on mend that can't depend on much more than death. Pass the proper medication, dedication to the frost that depletes my warmth. Hearth that I can't portend or pretend to love anymore.